Angelica Ortiz Poems
Good Day, Good Month, Good Year, Goodbye
To Mr. Dandelion,
This is part two of your poem-
And after the field of dandelions you made for me,
I made my one final wish
Miss Little Cream Soda
Today it will live.
Tomorrow it will die.
She has nothing else to give,
Maybe next time she'll give it another try.
So full of pain.
She keeps asking herself 'why? '
It's not something you can tame.
I give her sympathy as tears flow down her eyes.
...now it is blood
It is time to say goodbye.